body temperature.
“Milk, cream, anything else?” Tray asked, placing the items in the basket.
“That should cover it.”
“Do you like it hot?” Tray asked, a twinkle in his eye. “I cook a mean shrimp Creole.”
He cooks, too? This was just getting better and better. Forget patients and colleagues and wasting energy on embarrassment: she leaned into him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“I do like a man who can cook.”
She watched with delight as Tray headed for the seafood counter. Isabel picked up eggs, bacon and enough deli food to hold them for a couple of days. She also realized she would need a few teaching aids if she was going to give instruction in the art of seduction. Feeling ten years younger, Isabel laughed softly as she headed toward the personal care aisle.
CHAPTER THREE
Canmore was just as beautiful as Isabel remembered. To the east the Three Sisters Mountains towered over the small community, and, to the west and south, the Rocky Mountains stretched for miles into Banff and beyond. Tray concentrated on the road, singing along to the Bonnie Raitt that Isabel had popped in the stereo. She had excellent taste in music.
“Hungry? We could stop to get a bite to eat here.” Tray motioned with his head toward Canmore. “There’s a spot on Main Street that makes great soups and salads. Designer pizza to die for.”
“Crazee Seeds?” she asked. Tray nodded. “I love it there, but I’m not too hungry. Maybe we could drive straight through?”
“Works for me.” He was nervous enough about the weekend and getting to the cabin as soon as possible suited him fine. The thought of having to sit in a restaurant in downtown Canmore on a Saturday afternoon and remain a member of polite society when all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around Isabel again was more than he could stand. His plan was to get to the cabin, settle in, and…Well, it wasn’t much of a plan he realized, but he just didn’t think he could handle small talk over designer sandwiches and trendy salads.
He stole a glance at Isabel who was taking in the scenery. She clearly appreciated the natural beauty of the mountains. Who wouldn’t? But for Isabel it seemed like more of a reverence, an understanding of the wonders that had moved through this land so many millions of years ago creating this incredible landscape. Tray had a feeling that Isabel had a deep appreciation for everything good that life had to offer, and the ability to slow down long enough to enjoy it all.
A small shiver went up his spine and his stomach contracted as he remembered savoring that small hollow below her neck, tracing his tongue down her chest, finding her perky breasts waiting. Those breasts seemed to strain now against the orange woolen sweater she was wearing; it clung to her body in a criminal way. Those breasts separated and hugging the seat belt that lay between them, a range of mountains deserving of their own adoration. Adore them he would. Tray took an involuntary sharp breath.
“Everything okay?” Isabel turned her blue eyes on him.
Tray grinned sheepishly. “Just thinking about last night”. Raising her eyebrows, she glanced into Tray’s lap where his jeans seemed to be pressing against the steering wheel.
“I didn’t know I had that kind of effect on you, Mr. Taylor,” she smiled.
That minx, as if. Tray’s face flushed red as Isabel laughed, her cheeks a nice shade of pink. Unfortunately, the effect didn’t help to calm him. He shifted his hips hoping for some relief.
“Well, I am just a young man. You should expect me to be putty in your hands.”
“Doesn’t feel like any putty I know,” said Isabel, reaching across the gear shift and placing her hand firmly against him.
“Oh, Isabel,” groaned Tray. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tray didn’t think he could drive with Isabel this close to him. It was a major highway for heaven sakes, and she was removing her seatbelt and
“Milk, cream, anything else?” Tray asked, placing the items in the basket.
“That should cover it.”
“Do you like it hot?” Tray asked, a twinkle in his eye. “I cook a mean shrimp Creole.”
He cooks, too? This was just getting better and better. Forget patients and colleagues and wasting energy on embarrassment: she leaned into him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“I do like a man who can cook.”
She watched with delight as Tray headed for the seafood counter. Isabel picked up eggs, bacon and enough deli food to hold them for a couple of days. She also realized she would need a few teaching aids if she was going to give instruction in the art of seduction. Feeling ten years younger, Isabel laughed softly as she headed toward the personal care aisle.
CHAPTER THREE
Canmore was just as beautiful as Isabel remembered. To the east the Three Sisters Mountains towered over the small community, and, to the west and south, the Rocky Mountains stretched for miles into Banff and beyond. Tray concentrated on the road, singing along to the Bonnie Raitt that Isabel had popped in the stereo. She had excellent taste in music.
“Hungry? We could stop to get a bite to eat here.” Tray motioned with his head toward Canmore. “There’s a spot on Main Street that makes great soups and salads. Designer pizza to die for.”
“Crazee Seeds?” she asked. Tray nodded. “I love it there, but I’m not too hungry. Maybe we could drive straight through?”
“Works for me.” He was nervous enough about the weekend and getting to the cabin as soon as possible suited him fine. The thought of having to sit in a restaurant in downtown Canmore on a Saturday afternoon and remain a member of polite society when all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around Isabel again was more than he could stand. His plan was to get to the cabin, settle in, and…Well, it wasn’t much of a plan he realized, but he just didn’t think he could handle small talk over designer sandwiches and trendy salads.
He stole a glance at Isabel who was taking in the scenery. She clearly appreciated the natural beauty of the mountains. Who wouldn’t? But for Isabel it seemed like more of a reverence, an understanding of the wonders that had moved through this land so many millions of years ago creating this incredible landscape. Tray had a feeling that Isabel had a deep appreciation for everything good that life had to offer, and the ability to slow down long enough to enjoy it all.
A small shiver went up his spine and his stomach contracted as he remembered savoring that small hollow below her neck, tracing his tongue down her chest, finding her perky breasts waiting. Those breasts seemed to strain now against the orange woolen sweater she was wearing; it clung to her body in a criminal way. Those breasts separated and hugging the seat belt that lay between them, a range of mountains deserving of their own adoration. Adore them he would. Tray took an involuntary sharp breath.
“Everything okay?” Isabel turned her blue eyes on him.
Tray grinned sheepishly. “Just thinking about last night”. Raising her eyebrows, she glanced into Tray’s lap where his jeans seemed to be pressing against the steering wheel.
“I didn’t know I had that kind of effect on you, Mr. Taylor,” she smiled.
That minx, as if. Tray’s face flushed red as Isabel laughed, her cheeks a nice shade of pink. Unfortunately, the effect didn’t help to calm him. He shifted his hips hoping for some relief.
“Well, I am just a young man. You should expect me to be putty in your hands.”
“Doesn’t feel like any putty I know,” said Isabel, reaching across the gear shift and placing her hand firmly against him.
“Oh, Isabel,” groaned Tray. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tray didn’t think he could drive with Isabel this close to him. It was a major highway for heaven sakes, and she was removing her seatbelt and
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